thirteen ↝ʷᵒⁿʰᵘᶦ ᵎ

three

It was a Saturday.

I went to the coffee shop where my friend Seokmin worked. The place wasn't crowded at Saturday afternoons so I kept my schedule intact and come there every 4 o'clock.

The booth near the window was where I always sit, watching people go by and do what they do. I almost dozed off, which happened every time, but then the sound of the bell jolted me awake.

Someone went in, and I looked up to find Junhui with his hands on his pockets. He was wearing this cool leather jacket over a light blue tee of some band I haven't heard.

Seventeen, I think? I don't remember it that much.

He pointed something at the menu and Seokmin nodded, pulling up a mug and with a whiteboard marker, he wrote Junhui's name on it.

Junhui ordered hot chocolate with a chunky cookie. He sat near my booth, approximately 4 feet away from where I was sitting. He didn't notice me, not even once.

I wished he did.

He sat there for about 20 minutes, doing what I was doing. Just watching people walk or rush outside. He took sips from his mug, and okay maybe I'm a little too fond of him but I counted four sips every minute.

Then, he pulled out his phone and scrolled for a while. He'd chuckle or smile once in while as he did it, making my heart beat faster.

It made me question myself.

So I stood up, smiled at Seokmin who told me to come back soon, and walked out the door.